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Post by Jilak on Aug 28, 2011 22:03:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Introduction thread for Peter Parker. Invite Only, myself and Mugen for now, message us if you're interested etc etc)
-THEN-
It was a relatively sunny Saturday afternoon in Forest Hills, Queens. Birds were singing, children was happy, and for once, there were no guys with mechanical arms running around and engaging in shenanigans. All things considered, it was a good day so far for one friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. Said teenaged genetic mutate was currently swinging above the city, grinning from ear to ear under his mask.
"Peter Parker, you are one sly dog, you. Took out Shocker's gang again, got the pics for the Bugle, left Aunt May's birthday present in my room, the Goblin's de-" Peter cut himself off there, landing on a jewellery shop, rubbing the back of his head. It was no secret that the Goblin was Norman Osborn, Harry's dad. Harry was devastated, his father's death fuelling his hatred for the wall-crawler. Not to mention, Harry used this to guilt Gwen into remaining his girlfriend, showing obvious scorn for Peter.
"Oh man, Harry. Still need to talk to him about what happened. Another thing on my to-do list that I need to get around to, right up there with taking a few days off from being the webhead. Get myself in order, make sure I'm doing this for the right--" Peter looked down then, as he heard the distinct sound of gunshots being fired. Indeed, an individual wearing a black mask was running out of the jewellery shop, gun in one hand and a bag in the other. He seemed to have fired off a couple of warning shots, screaming something back. Peter was still too far away to hear, but if he had to guess, it wasn't "You have such a lovely establishment here, I will now buy all of your finest jewels."
"Well... I guess Spidey doesn't need to go on vacation right this instant." Peter mumbled to himself, leaping from his perch.
"I SWEAR, IF ANY ONE'A YA CALLS THE COPS, I'LL-" The thug shouted back, eyes narrowing under his ski mask. He was cut off, however, as he suddenly found a red-blue foot shoved into his face, forcing him back. He grunted, dropping his bag, his apprehended jewels scattering over the side walk.
"--turn yourself into the police? Hand out baked goods?" Peter asked, rubbing his chin. The thug pulled himself together quickly, firing at his masked assailant. Pete easily leaped over his shots, landing behind him and webbing his legs together. The would-be robber tripped, face-planting and losing his grip on his gun. Before he could react, he found himself pinned to the ground underneath him by even more of the incredibly adhesive webbing, grunting as he tried to pull against it. It didn't budge.
"Get this stuff off'a me, ya cu-" Spider-Man casually flicked his hand forward, webbing the fellow's mouth.
"Now now, let's keep it PG-13 here, pal. I don't wanna get a letter from the FCC." Peter looked up as he heard approaching sirens, unable to stop himself from smiling. Good, someone had rung the silent alarm. And that was his cue to leave, before he was blamed for something else by the Daily Bugle.
"Now, you just sit tight until the police get here. I'm sure you'll be making some new friends pretty soon." Peter said, before turning and leaping into the air, firing a web line. He was a few blocks away before he finally landed on top of the local market, pulling off his mask.
"Maybe Spidey doesn't need to take a break. I mean, guys like that are still running around, and if captain Stacy's right, I created a power vacuum by publicly taking out the Big Man. I guess, for now, New York still needs its friendly neighbourhood--" Peter looked to his right, at the local clock tower. Eyes widening, he pulled on his mask, leaping from the building he was perched on.
"Late. That's just... just great! Aunt May's going to kill me if I'm any later for her birthday dinner than I already am, I'd better--whoa!" Peter reacted with shock as a glowing green... for lack of a better term, void opened in front of him. He tried to change course, but his momentum was too great, leading to him heading full speed through it...
-NOW-
...and finding himself facing a ground too far away to survive hitting. His spider powers meant he was still able to keep his equilibrium balanced, but that didn't exactly help his falling situation.
"Too high to swing off of anything without breaking my arm, or worse..." Peter thought as he thrust both arms forward, firing web fluid as quickly as he could, aiming at the two closest buildings. He managed to make a net of sorts before he hit it, full speed. It slowed him considerably, but didn't quite hold his weight, tearing. He dropped the other five feet or so to the pavement below him, grunting as his left shoulder collided with said pavement.
"Well... I've been meaning to try that, just with les... concrete." Peter pushed himself uneasily to his feet as this thought ran through his mind, looking around. An alley. That was lucky, at least no one had seen his unceremonious entrance. He exited, surveying his surroundings.
This place was... different. None of these buildings were at all familiar. He put his right hand on his sore left shoulder, using his left hand to support himself by gripping the wall of the building next to him.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Queens any more." Peter mumbled, eyes widening under his mask. Well, there was one thing he was certain of. Wherever... this was, it wasn't Forest Hills, wasn't even New York.
"Aunt May's gonna kill me."
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 28, 2011 22:17:35 GMT -5
"Down the Rabbit Hole, but where is Alice?"
If Spiderman turned towards the voice he'd find an extremely smartly dressed... anthropomorphic... tall white rabbit. The rabbit had its gloved hands over a simple brown cane and was staring straight at Peter. His expression was mostly neutral, with traces of inquisition. Regardless of the superhero's reaction, the rabbit turned its head to the side and up, towards where the remains of Spiderman's web were.
"It is unlikely a boy so very lost from where he thinks he should be would know the location of Alice, but maychance he is closer than he thinks. For even an apple comes from a blossom, and a precious rose is not far removed."
By this time Spiderman was very likely staring at... the thing. It turned back to Spiderman, "Can you find the easter egg you have not hidden yourself? Alice is hidden in the roses, and the Queen is closer than you think."
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Post by Jilak on Aug 28, 2011 23:03:48 GMT -5
Peter turned as he heard someone speak behind him. Needless to say, he was a bit... taken aback. Standing before him was a smartly dressed... anthropomorphic... rabbit. His mouth gaped under his mask, his body locking up. He wasn't... entirely sure how to proceed. The scientific portion of his mind was absolutely fascinated at the possibility of an anthropomorphic rabbit, and with the things he'd seen(an anthropomorphic lizard, for example), it wasn't necessarily impossible. However, the logical portion of his mind pointed out that it was quite improbable. It wasn't like Doc Connors had been working on a regeneration serum using rabbit's DNA this time. Or... had he? No, no, of course not, that was silly.
By the time the gent made his second statement, Peter had managed to shake himself from his stupor. He was speaking in riddles. Great. While he wasn't exactly bad at riddles or anything, but it had never been his strongest point. He'd done a bit of reading up on them after the entire Mysterio encounter, which was also his reasoning for reading up on a bit of Latin. Peter's eyes widened at the... rabbit-gentleman's last assertion. He'd... Peter was pretty sure he'd just referenced his real name, actually. He wasn't completely certain, and he didn't want to make assumptions based on his admittedly mediocre knowledge of riddles.
"Yeah, well... what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?" Peter responded, leaping onto the wall behind him, his super-sticky powers adhering him to it. Mostly he felt saver on higher ground. Though, his shoulder felt like it was on fire, forcing him to keep his left arm raised. He used it to point towards the gentleman in a semi-accusatory fashion. His voice gave away the fact that he was pretty unsure.
"And anyway, I know this is your doing, Mysterio! The void, the... robotic, anthropomorphic rabbit, all of it! So, what's your game this time? World domination? Untold riches? Unlimited rice pudding? What're you calling yourself, anyway? The White Rabbit? Would you call your sidekick the... Mad... Hatter?" Peter asked, somewhat awkwardly.
He had no intentions of attacking the individual before him, and to be honest, he wasn't sure he could. If this was Mysterio, he wouldn't be above using holograms to trip up New York's favourite web-slinger. Plus, he wasn't getting that familiar tingle, so he was pretty sure he wasn't in any danger. Either that, or this rabbit/robot/hologram had the Venom symbiote with it, and that was even more unlikely than the gentleman being an actual rabbit.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 28, 2011 23:09:25 GMT -5
The gentleman/rabbit didn't so much as twitch as Spiderman leapt onto the wall and pointed his arm at him. He simply followed the teenager's motions with his head as if they were the most natural thing in the world. There was no expression change as Spiderman yelled at Mysterio.
"The mysterious circumstances you seek are but a proper step towards sensibility you left behind on the surface. However, it would seem that it is acceptable for you to know of my name, although what is in a name but a label. A rose by any name would still contain her thorns," the rabbit reached a hand up to his head and pulled off his hat, sweeping into a bow, "The wildflowers and their keeper speak of me as Laplace's Demon."
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Post by Jilak on Aug 29, 2011 1:06:38 GMT -5
Peter's eyes widened as the individual before him revealed his name. Laplace's Demon. Well, that was certainly quite the name. While it didn't completely debunk the theory that the gentlemanly rabbit was a robot, it did debunk the theory that it was Mysterio's doing. So far there had been no smoke, or fantastic Latin, or anyone with a fish bowl for a head screaming "I AM MYSTERIO", so it was most definitely not him. Part of his modus operandi was that he wanted people to know just who it was that had robbed them, or whatever he so chose to engage in. Debunking the theory that it was Mysterio's doing, in turn, debunked the theory that it was a robot. Leaving only the theories that he was either actually a well-dressed anthropomorphic rabbit, or a gentleman wearing a costume.
Peter allowed himself to drop from the wall he was perched on, rubbing his forehead. This was all a bit much for one illegal genetic mutation.
"Well, this Laplace's Demon guy's the only other person I've seen here, wherever here is. Plus, I jump around in red and blue tights all day while looking absolutely adorable. I'm not in any position to judge a guy wearing a rabbit-mask, or... a guy who is actually a rabbit. And the elections are over. Our new mayor of Crazytown: Peter Parker." Peter thought to himself, looking up towards the gentleman/rabbit/demon.
"Do I have to say the whole name, or is LD fine? Anyway, nice to meet you. I suppose you've heard of me, I'm just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man." Spider-Man responded. Right. He wasn't sure the other individual knew his real name or not, so he figured it was best to play it close to the vest.
"So, LD, any idea where we are? Or even how we got here? Also, when you say 'demon', do you mean like... the Laplace's Demon theory, or Marilyn Manson demon? Because if we're talking about the first one here, you're inherently incompatible with quantum mechanical theories." Peter asked, before his mouth gaped open under his mask.
"You... you mean the first one, don't you?" Peter asked. If he was going to accept the concept of an anthropomorphic rabbit, he might as well take it all the way.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 29, 2011 1:25:17 GMT -5
The rabbit straightened up as Spiderman dropped to the ground and placed his hat back atop his head. He put his hand back on the cane, taking the position he'd had when Peter first arrived. There was no indication he was listening to Peter ramble on, then again there was no indication he wasn't either. He simply stared at Peter with his red rabbit eyes.
"You've fallen down the Rabbit Hole. Beware the Red Queen, for her war is that of Hearts," stated the rabbit.
The rabbit then lifted his cane up and tapped it on the ground once. The action would probably guide Peter's eyes to where he was standing. Over a single puddle... which now shimmered with an unnatural light as the gentlemanly rabbit began to sink into the center of it. He took off his hat and held it against his chest, giving a nod of his head.
"Question the purity of a red rose."
And he was gone. Oh, and Peter would probably be aware he was needing to move now. Leather suitcases falling straight for your head is generally enough to be considered "danger".
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Post by Jilak on Aug 29, 2011 2:07:00 GMT -5
Peter's hand was raised to his chin. He was about to ask Laplace's Demon a question concerning his... rather cryptic response, before he brought attention to where he was standing. And then he... began to sink into a glowing puddle of water. Lovely chap, this Laplace's Demon. Under normal circumstances, Peter would have stayed in his spot, mulling over the gentlemanly rabbit's warning and advice. However, that familiar tingle in the back of his head meant only one thing: his spider sense was going off. Which, of course, warned of impending danger.
"Spider sense. But where--?" Peter looked up then, noticing a... suitcase falling towards his head. He hurriedly jumped to the side as the brown/gold suitcase hit the spot he had formerly been standing with a clang.
"I've gotta hand it to Mr. Imcompatible with Quantum Mechanical Theories. He certainly knows how to--" Peter looked at the object that had just dropped in front of him, flabbergasted. He walked over to it.
One of the first things he noticed, upon doing this, was the fact that it had a rose design on top of it. He stared back at the spot the upstanding gentleman had disappeared into, remembering his caution. Well... to be fair, it was technically more of a gold rose, to be fair. But it still made him incredibly nervous. His curiosity outweighed his caution, leading to him attempting to open it. Frowning, he discovered it was locked.
"Oh, come on! What sort of upstanding gentleman leaves just before a locked suitcase falls from the sky? Not a very upstanding gentleman at all, if you ask me! I guess I could take this suitcase to a locksmith or the Avengers or someone. Oh wait, I don't know where I am because Mr. Theoretically Omniscient left without telling me where I am! Ugh!" Peter brought a palm to his face in exasperation, putting the suitcase under one arm.
"There's no way my day can go worse than it already is. None. If I just stand here looking adorably angry, suddenly everything will be okay, and I'll wake up from my cake-induced nightmare." Peter grumbled to himself.
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 29, 2011 2:22:49 GMT -5
Well if Mr. Theoretically Omniscient could hear him, he wasn't responded to Spiderman's rage. As the teenager scooped up the suitcase (it wasn't heavy enough to be full, interestingly enough) and stood there looking "adorably angry", a glint of gold flashed in the sunlight. It was indication that a turnkey worked with an intricate pattern. Not enough to do any damage, but Peter wouldn't miss it when it bounced off his head and landed in the puddle the rabbit had vanished through.
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Post by Jilak on Aug 29, 2011 3:30:26 GMT -5
Pete looked down with a jolt as something bounced off the top of his head. His spider sense hadn't gone off, probably because it was... just a small key. Small keys aren't generally considered dangerous, which did explain why his spider sense didn't go off. He reached down and lifted up the small, extravagant key, which seemed to go to the relatively small, extravagant suitcase.
"Well... okay, then. That's... thanks, random causality? I get to use this key to open this suitcase with this... rose on top. That dropped after the anthropomorphic, talking, theoretically omniscient rabbit disappeared into a glowing puddle. Oh, and of course, I've still got to cash my paycheck from the Bugle, but I can't do that because I'm not even in New York any more." Spider-Man grumbled to himself, putting the key into the suitcase's keyhole.
He paused, looking around, seemingly looking for something. To be honest, he was waiting for his spider sense to go off. That would have been just what he needed, a booby trapped box. It didn't, however. Seemingly satisfied, he finished turning it, pulling the lid open. Inside he found... a doll. Well, that was... interesting, he supposed. She was wearing an absolutely magnificent red dress, along with long blonde hair.
"Hey! All those 'Spider-Man plays with dolls' rumours were unfounded! Pick up a Barbie once while fighting a magician and you get branded for life, I swear..." Peter trailed off, picking her up out of the box, inspecting the doll before him. He put the suitcase down next to him, sitting down on the pavement with his legs crossed, inspecting her. She moved like a ball-jointed doll, but her 'skin' felt warm, much like a human's. Her craftsmanship was also suspect, seeming like one of those old porcelain dolls. This was all rather interesting, but what Peter noticed most were the pink roses on either side of her bonnet. Well... they weren't quite red, but... her bonnet and dress were, so close enough?
"So, red rose, how's your purity treating you today?" Peter asked, resting the hand not holding the doll on his right leg.
"I'm... talking to a doll. Great. I can see the headlines now. Spider-Man: Really A Five Year Old Girl? Ugh, Jonah's gonna have a field day when I get back."
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Post by mugenginga on Aug 29, 2011 3:37:56 GMT -5
Peter's investigation of the doll wasn't doing much. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be nothing more than a doll. An exceptionally well made doll, the craftsmanship was more than top notch, but a doll nonetheless. Given she was in a locked case, one could assume she was valuable but...
There really wasn't anything more than that. Although the back of her dress seemed to be undone...?
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Post by Jilak on Sept 20, 2011 12:37:37 GMT -5
Peter had nearly given up on his search, before flipping the doll over to notice an oddity on her back. Her dress was slightly undone. He had no idea why he hadn't checked the doll's back before, really. In retrospect it seemed like such an obvious place to look, but regardless.
"Lucyyyy, you got some 'splainin' to do! What have I told you about coming home with your dress undone? It's very unladylike, the neighbours might talk! Why, just the other day, General Snufflepuss came up to me and--" Peter paused, finger held up almost questioningly.
"I've got to stop playing games for little girls." Peter sighed to himself. He decided to give this undone dress a closer examination, though it did feel fairly scandalous. He sure hoped no one was around to take pictures of this and post them to the internet! Regardless, he discovered what appeared to be a hole of sorts. He'd seen them before, as a lad, on his SUPER COOL WIND-UP RACE CARS. Actually, it seemed to almost fit the key he'd used to open the suitcase...
He had two options here. He could either: a) leave the situation alone, conform to this place's oddity, and sit on the pavement and bleat like an Earth goat, or b) go along with the flow and wind the doll up. He decided to go with the latter, because his bleat was a bit rusty.
"Great. He's supposedly omniscient and yet he can't leave me a map, or something more useful. What's this doll even for, anyway? I bet when I finish winding its head turns around and goes all 'SEVEN DAYYYYYS' on me. Suppose I'm about to find out." Peter thought to himself, winding as he went.
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Post by mugenginga on Sept 24, 2011 18:34:42 GMT -5
Eventually the key stopped winding, or at least the counter pressure became too much to make it practical to wind it futher. The springs inside the system began to give resistance. At the expected removal of the key, though, a glowing dark magenta light shot out of the back of the hole and into the sky. And then the doll began to twitch, the jerky movements of an old clockwork contraption that hadn't moved in years, in Peter's hands...
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Post by Jilak on Oct 8, 2011 22:16:45 GMT -5
Honestly, under normal circumstances, Peter would have been absolutely surprised. Which isn't to say that he wasn't, just not visibly so. To be fair, with how his day was going so far, at the moment, he was pretty desensitized. Admittedly, he did let out a bit of a gasp, but otherwise seemed relatively calm.
"That's it, Pete. Pull yourself together. The Conan O'Brien Show prepared you for this. Is that even what it's still called? Or is it... The Late Show? No, I think that's--it doesn't matter!" Peter shook his head, waving his free hand in front of his face at this thought. He had more important things to worry about at the moment.
"Lovely weather we've been having lately, right, Malibu Barbie?" Peter asked somewhat awkwardly, not exactly wanting to set the doll down but at the same time not wanting to get murdered. That would actually be a pretty horrible way to end the day. Besides, his spider sense wasn't going off, so it was probably most likely hopefully fine.
Maybe.
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 8, 2011 22:24:17 GMT -5
Honestly there was only one reason Peter's spider sense hadn't gone off. It was the grip he had on the doll. Because the movements became more fluid and given the fact that Peter probably wasn't going to decide to use a death grip when the doll began to try and pull away from him, there was nothing that prevented the tiny hand from suddenly slapping his wrist, causing the doll to fall to the ground just in front of the puddle.
She then rolled to the side and suddenly got up, kicked up into the air and backwards. After achieving a height that would have been mundane for a normal human jump but was damn impressive for a doll of her size, she landed on the other side of the puddle. In a flurry of rose petal shaped red sparkles a pink cane with a golden stopper at the end appeared in her hand and... she suddenly collapsed to one knee? She was clutching her chest as if in pain and her eyes had gone suddenly wide, too...
Beyond all that, though. Moving doll. Yep.
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Post by Jilak on Jan 22, 2012 7:35:16 GMT -5
Spider-Man's first reaction was to slowly bring a hand to his face, covering his eyes. He remained this way for a moment, before removing his hand. Yup, still there. He tried again, to the same results. That really was a moving doll that had just slapped his wrist and done a rather impressive jump. By the time she collapsed to one knee, he was almost completely whelmed. Were it not for her seeming pain, he might have had more snarky commentary. As it was, though, the right thing to do here seemed to be checking on the apparently living doll. And the portal couldn't have just dropped him off in Jonah's house.
He got to his feet, taking a couple of steps forward, doing his best to maintain what he assumed was an acceptable distance from the doll. He didn't want to frighten her, or get slapped by the spirit inhabiting this apparently cursed doll. That wouldn't be too fun.
"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? I don't have my Malibu Doctor Barbie on me at the moment, but..." Peter trailed off, rubbing the back of his head. What a fun day this was.
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